In the winter of the first year of the Jingkang reign of the Northern Song Dynasty, the biting cold wind was like a ferocious beast, rampaging through the streets and alleys of Bianjing. The heavy dark clouds seemed to be painted by an invisible hand, pressing the sky so low that it seemed within reach. The whole city was shrouded in a deadly atmosphere, like a huge tomb, just waiting for the final burial. ​

Lin Feng was wearing a worn-out armor. The cold wind blew into the gaps in the armor, making him shiver all over, but he was completely unaware. His figure was lonely and resolute, standing upright on the city wall, like an eternal sculpture. In his hand, he tightly grasped a broken "Qingming Mirror". The fragments of the mirror still flashed a strange and faint light in the dim light. ​

His eyes passed through the broken mirror in his hand, and his thoughts drifted back to the quiet morning twenty years ago like a wild horse. At that time, Qingtian Village was gently wrapped in a thin layer of morning mist, as if it was a fairyland isolated from the world. The mountains in the distance were looming in the mist, like a landscape painting in light ink. In the village, the occasional crowing of chickens broke the silence of the morning. ​

A peddler was carrying a load on his shoulder, walking leisurely on the dirt road of Qingtian Village, the load swaying rhythmically with his steps. The peddler's face was filled with a simple smile, and he would shout from time to time. Suddenly, the first wisp of green smoke rose from the incense burner on the peddler's shoulder, and the green smoke curled up like a nimble snake, slowly rising into the air. This wisp of green smoke seemed to be a mysterious signal, instantly breaking the original tranquility of Qingtian Village, and seemed to foreshadow the coming of a huge change. ​

At this time, in the Jin army camp outside the city, a strange fox cry was heard. The sound was sharp and shrill, and it seemed particularly eerie and terrifying in this snowy night. The Jin soldiers, who were already shrouded in cold and fear, were frightened and trembled when they heard the fox cry. Some soldiers held their weapons tightly, their eyes full of fear and anxiety; some soldiers cuddled together, trying to get a little warmth and courage from their companions. ​

In the howling snow, a figure slowly approached. She was dressed in a bright red dress, which stood out in the white snow, like a blood flower blooming on the ice. As she approached, everyone saw her appearance clearly. A dragon horn had grown on her forehead, which flashed a cold luster in the weak light. She was Lin Wanqiu's true body. ​

Lin Wanqiu's eyes were filled with a chill that seemed to freeze everything in the world. She walked towards the Jin army camp step by step. With every step, the snow under her feet made a "crunching" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Her figure swayed in the wind and snow, but revealed an indomitable majesty. ​

The generals in the Jin army camp became nervous when they saw Lin Wanqiu appear. They drew their swords and shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the morale of the army. However, the fear of the soldiers had spread like a plague and was difficult to contain. ​

Lin Wanqiu walked to the front of the camp and stopped. She raised her head and looked at Lin Feng on the tower, with a complicated look in her eyes. Lin Feng also saw Lin Wanqiu, and countless questions and emotions surged in his heart. He didn't understand why this mysterious woman appeared at this time, and what changes her appearance would bring to this war. ​

The wind on the tower became stronger and stronger, making Lin Feng's hair and battle robe rustle. The "Qingming Mirror" in his hand seemed to feel the strong breath, and the fragments trembled slightly, making a low humming sound. He looked down at the mirror, and the picture in the mirror began to change constantly, sometimes showing the peaceful scene of Qingtian Village, and sometimes showing the bloody battle on the battlefield. ​

In the Jin army camp, Lin Wanqiu spoke slowly, her voice as if coming from the Netherworld, cold yet powerful: "This war should end." Her voice drifted in the wind and snow, reaching everyone's ears, making people tremble with fear. ​

At this time, a blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the blood-red light enveloped the entire Bianjing and the Jin army camp. The appearance of the blood moon made this war, which was already full of mystery, even more bizarre and unpredictable. The soldiers on the tower looked up at the sky, their eyes full of fear and confusion. They didn't know what this blood moon meant, but they felt a huge sense of uneasiness spreading in their hearts. ​

Lin Feng looked at the blood moon, then at the "Qingming Mirror" in his hand, and then at Lin Wanqiu under the city. He knew that everything was irreversible. A more thrilling contest was about to begin. And he would be at the center of this storm, facing unprecedented challenges and choices. He took a deep breath and held the mirror tightly in his hand, as if it was his only hope. A ray of determination gradually ignited in his eyes, ready to face everything that was about to come. ​

Under the blood moon hanging over the city, the fate of all forces is like a complex intertwined thread. With the appearance of Lin Wanqiu, the situation of this war will develop in a direction that no one can predict. The road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers, but whether it is Lin Feng, Lin Wanqiu, or the people in the city and the Jin army outside the city, they have to step into this unknown vortex to explore the final outcome.